no way

Zhang Cong's eyes were almost dazzled by the golden light. With a sullen face, he frowned and turned to look at Yan Jianghe, and said stiffly, "This fortune is really not good."

Yan Jiang was overjoyed: "You seem to hate me?"

"It doesn't seem to be." Zhang Cong was not polite, and said straight to his heart, "Yes, it is. Every time I meet you, nothing good happens."

Yan Jiang He Duan measured Zhang Cong's expression for two seconds, and felt that this kid probably wanted to pounce on him and bite off his carotid artery.

Yan Jianghe squinted his eyes, lowered his face, but said in a light tone: "Coincidentally, I really want to deal with you too."

Zhang Cong's eyes darkened, and he almost gritted his teeth.

"Brother Yan, when will you come to pick up the money?" Tang Fuxing came out after delivering the dog at this moment, which happened to interrupt the tension between the two of them.

Yan Jianghe immediately smiled happily: "Let's go in the evening."

He didn't look at Zhang Cong after he finished speaking, picked up the card on the table, turned around and left, and when he reached the door, he yelled again without turning his head: "I'll trouble you if you come for money."

"Don't worry, Xiaoyan." Aunt Yu replied in a loud voice.

It wasn't until Yan Jianghe's car disappeared that Tang Fuxing slapped Zhang Cong's arm: "What's the situation with you and Brother Yan? We know each other? It seems that... you don't want to deal with it?"

Zhang Cong snorted coldly, his eyes were full of belittling: "Brother Yan?"

He deliberately bit the word "big brother" very hard: "With his virtue, he is worthy of being a big brother."

Tang Fuxing: "..."

It seems that these two people are really at odds.

Since Yan Jianghe said that he would come to pick up Yan Laicai in the evening, Zhang Cong prepared to leave before four o'clock in the afternoon in order to avoid running into him.

Zhang Cong picked up his brick from the back, and dragged a large woven bag that Tang Fuxing had found for him. This bag was probably left over for storing dog food, and when he picked it up, he could smell dog food.

Just Zhang Cong's guy, with his expressionless face, doesn't look like he will accumulate virtue, it's too much like looking for trouble.

The corner of Tang Fuxing's mouth twitched, but he still couldn't hold it back, and repeated again: "Zhang Cong, you really didn't want to break Huang Liang's bones, did you?"

Zhang Cong looked at him like a fool: "Are you sick? I'm going to break Huang Liang's bones. That's not the equipment."

He shook the brick in his hand: "These things, just use your brains."

Tang Fuxing swallowed with a "gudong".

Zhang Cong: "If you really want to break his bones, I'll just take the pipe from your toilet."

Tang Fuxing's expression immediately twisted, and Zhang Cong guessed that he wanted to go to the toilet to see if the water pipe was there.

"Okay, I won't scare you anymore." Zhang Cong smiled.He turned his head and saw that the cleanly washed Yan Laicai was still in the cage beside him, and the little VIP was sleeping soundly.

"..." Tang Fuxing was afraid of side effects, but now he hated Zhang Cong's insensible bastard.

He didn't know where he got the guts, so he kicked Zhang Cong's butt up, although the kick was not lethal.

Zhang Cong was not annoyed either, he greeted Aunt Yu by dragging his neck at the door, and was "kicked" out of the door following Tang Fuxing's foot.

Zhang Hanma was not there when Zhang Cong arrived home, so Zhang Cong was happy and comfortable, so he made up his crippled broken bed first.After a long time of tossing and tinkering, it was dark and he was sweating finely.

Zhang Cong sat by the bed, smoked a cigarette, and then ate a lemon-flavored lollipop.

Huang Liang told him that Liu Enming has a math remedial class today, and the get out of class ends at 07:30 in the evening.Zhang Cong looked at the time and estimated that it was almost time, so he went out with a big woven bag.

Liu Enming's math tutoring class is not close to his home, so he has to take a bus.Zhang Cong thought about the location of Xiangyun Huajing and the remedial class, and confirmed the bus.

A total of two buses can be taken at different bus stops.But no matter which station you are at, as long as you take a shortcut, Liu Enming needs to go through a small alley.The road conditions in this small alley are not very good, there are people living around it, and people rarely walk there.

Today, probably with the help of God, Zhang Cong stood in the alley for a long time, but he really didn't see anyone coming.

About 15 minutes later, Zhang Cong saw Liu Enming appearing with two classmates.

Zhang Cong frowned, feeling that the two classmates beside Liu Enming were particularly in the way.

But God's help is God's help, and these two classmates were not with Liu Enming, and they waved goodbye when they reached the fork in the road.

Zhang Cong was afraid that someone would come if he waited a little longer, so he ran over quickly, shot behind Liu Enming, and covered Liu Enming's head with a woven bag!

Liu Enming was startled, and subconsciously wanted to groan, but suddenly there was a "tear" sound from his waist, and his cotton padded jacket was torn by something.

The next second, a cold knife patted his hand waving around.

Liu Enming became dumb in an instant, as if his vocal cords had been pinched, he began to tremble while panting.

"Shhh." Zhang Cong pressed against his ear and said in a breathless voice, he couldn't speak, lest Liu Enming hear his voice.

Zhang Cong quickly brought Liu Enming to the corner of the alley. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one there, Zhang Cong threw Liu Enming on the ground and turned him over on purpose. Instead of kicking his stomach, Zhang Cong kicked Liu Enming on his back.

Liu Enming suffered from pain, and finally let out a howl of fear and pain: "Who are you? Who!"

Zhang Cong's expression didn't change, he squatted down/body, didn't speak, just slowly knocked Liu Enming's face with the knife in his hand through the woven bag.

Liu Enming was really honest again.

Zhang Cong knew that Liu Enming was a coward.

He scratched the woven bag with the back of the knife, and Liu Enming shrank into a ball, making a choking sound.

Zhang Cong: "..."

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't tie Liu Enming. Are the grandson's hands useless?If it was him, he would have stood up and beat the other party so fascinated.

But Liu Enming definitely couldn't do it. Zhang Cong also expected this, so he thought it would be okay to scare him like this, but... so he cried?

Zhang Cong didn't scratch the bag with the back of the knife anymore. He stood up and kicked Liu Enming's waist again. The angle he was looking for was pain, so he definitely wouldn't suffer any injuries. At best, he would be a few green.

Just when Zhang Cong was kicking vigorously, someone grabbed his hand suddenly, and he was startled. Before he turned his head to see who the opponent was, he felt as if his feet had been pulled from the ground , was dragged and had to run wildly!

Zhang Cong ran two steps and was about to break free when he raised his eyes and saw the back of Tang Fuxing's head.At this moment, Zhang Cong seemed to explode with anger.What the fuck is Tang Fuxing doing here if he isn't petting cats and dogs in the store?

Tang Fuxing dragged Zhang Cong out for a long way, and didn't stop until he reached the side of the road.

The road is quite wide, with cars and pedestrians passing by.

Tang Fuxing bent down with his hands on his knees, panting for breath.

"Are you fucking sick? What are you doing here? How many times have I told you to leave my fucking business alone! Are your ears watery? I'll twist your head off and shake your head!" Zhang Cong quickly turned his head Looking back, I was sure no one had turned back, and continued to breathe fire, "If people see this, you won't be able to clean it up by jumping into the Yellow River, do you know it!"

Tang Fuxing didn't understand why Zhang Cong was so capable, he turned his head around and yelled at others for the messy things he did.

Tang Fuxing must have been dizzy with anger, and when he got up, he punched Zhang Cong in the face. He shouted, "Bastard! Do you know what the hell you're doing!"

Tang Fuxing's words emptied his belly, and his voice was very loud.Zhang Cong was kicked back several steps by his fist, and almost sat down on the ground.He was dizzy for a while, and he didn't know whether he was beaten or shocked by the roar.

A lot of people around looked over, and even a lot of people stopped, and they were about to be watched.

At this time, there was a continuous and rapid siren sound suddenly, a car drove over, and the headlights shone on the two of them.

The sharp sound of the car horn pierced Zhang Cong's eardrums, and he shook his head, regaining consciousness.

"Zhang Cong!" Yan Jianghe lowered the car window, stretched out his neck and shouted.

"Fuck..." Tang Fuxing was stunned, isn't this Yan Jianghe's car?

Yan Jianghe stopped the car and got out quickly.He slammed the car door and yelled again: "What the hell are you looking at!"

I really want to thank him for yelling out so loudly that the people around who wanted to stop quickly ran away.

Everyone is like this, they like to watch the excitement, but they don't like to make troubles, listen to the wind when there is wind, watch the waves when there are waves, and hang on to nothing.

"Run." Zhang Cong pushed Tang Fuxing's shoulder hard with one hand.Tang Fuxing didn't respond at all. In this case, he could hear the inertia from Zhang Cong's words, so he ran away subconsciously.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

He suspected that Tang Fuxing was stupid.What are you running for?Also, Tang Fuxing ran away, why didn't Zhang Cong run away?Is this brat standing here waiting for him to smoke?

Yan Jianghe stopped in front of Zhang Cong, and said angrily, "What are you two doing on the street? Fighting?"

Yan Tao went to the hospital to see Mr. Feng, Yan Jianghe picked up his own father, and went to Chong Tianxia to pick up Yan Laicai, so that Yan Tao could take him back by the way.When he went to the store, he didn't see Zhang Cong, nor did he see Tang Fuxing. On the way back, he didn't expect to see these two bastards shaking their fists on the side of the road.

Yan Jianghe didn't want to care about it at first, but Feng Lao told him: "Jiang He, Zhang Cong is stubborn, please help me watch more."

In fact, no matter whether Mr. Feng said it or not, if he told the old man that Zhang Cong was his "grandson", Yan Jianghe would have to step on the brakes.

Zhang Cong didn't reply, but just stared at Yan Jianghe, his eyes almost popped out of his eyes.

"Speak! Are you being beaten dumb?" Yan Jianghe took a deep breath, he didn't want to hit the child in the street, his eyes followed, his brows frowned, "What are you doing with a knife in your hand?"

If he got it right, Tang Fuxing and Zhang Cong should be buddies.The friction between buddies, just use fists and kicks, knives?

After hearing this, Zhang Cong still didn't make a sound, but he paused and slowly put the knife back. It was a small folding fruit knife.

Yan Jiang was so quick, he grabbed the knife just as Zhang Cong was about to put it in his pocket: "You..."

It was dark, the vision was not good, and Yan Jianghe's eyes sparkled with anger. Only now did he realize that there seemed to be something wrong with Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong's face was so pale that it was almost transparent.Dense cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and beads of sweat trickled down slowly.

"What's wrong?" Yan Jianghe raised his hand and touched Zhang Cong's forehead, sweating, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Cong wanted to raise his arm to hit Yan Jianghe's hand, but as soon as he raised his arm halfway, his stomach felt a sharp pain like hanging.He let out a muffled grunt, then paused for a moment, and his hand was empty.Instead of slapping Yan Jianghe, he drew air and slapped him.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

He approached Zhang Cong and grabbed his arm: "Where does it hurt?"

Zhang Cong arched his back, bit his back molars fiercely, and squeezed his trembling lips tightly.

This kind of patient who doesn't explain his situation clearly deserves to die the most.He deserved the pain to death, and he deserved to scrape off a layer of skin.

Yan Jianghe weighed his only remaining medical ethics, looked Zhang Cong up and down, and asked in a deep voice: "Stomach pain?"

At this time, the passenger door of the car opened, and Yan Tao came down with Yan Laicai in his arms: "Jiang He, what's going on? What's wrong with this child?"

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Zhang Cong really didn't expect that his father-in-law got out of the car, and he didn't even expect that this was the first time he saw his father-in-law.